Wednesday, December 1, 2010
"Before the end of December, generally, they experience their first thawing. Those which a month ago were sour, crabbed, and quite unpalatable to the civilized taste, such at least as were frozen while sound, let a warmer sun come to thaw them, for they are extremely sensitive to its rays, are found to be filled with a rich, sweet cider, better than any bottled cider that I know of, and with which I am better acquainted than with wine. All apples are good in this state, and your jaws are the cider-press."
Henry David Thoreau, Wild Apples, 1892
This charmingly fine piece of writing, in which apples in the wild are discussed in delicious detail, can be read entirely online here.
planted by Peg at 5:46 PM